Continuing To Slip Away Poem by Robert Rorabeck

She relies here- shipwrecked,
Under another bus at lunchtime: so many words
From high school,
Allowing ones self to survive
Under whatever colors are flown by the flag-
Mouths mouthing in unison,
Opened to the windows that aren’t so bad:
Barely even surviving,
But running away from all of those haunts:
Lives without bodies burning in their fonts-
Concreted as well into the joys of their epitaphs:
Slipping away,
Repeatedly- waves of blue marble nuded before
The eyes of preschoolers,
Runaways- innocents dancing in ridiculous
Pantomime,
Foxes back upon two legs, leaping at the goatees of
Giants
Who themselves are flagging down the tall drinks of
Water,
The sexy legs of stewardesses who walk through
The clouds, serving drinks,
Talking boisterously to their sororities who all together
Continue to slip away.